Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-09-21
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your best, but it was too late"
Rugged him and kissed him, crying
and weeping. Then I remembered Will.
'He is passenger" I said to the
officer; ''let him 60. He only went to
look on. He stranger here. He is not
q smuggler, he Is gentleman.
''He is my prisoner" said the officer,
''and must 60 with the rest. Fall in, men!
Ready Marchr' So.
The men had their cutlasses drawn, but
there was no bloodshed, as there was no
resistance. Dan was not one of the des-
peradoes who carried pistols, and ar
ranged beforehand for an armed band Of
villagers to help him in landing the cargo.
Moreover, resistance to the kings officers,
in those days, meant death.
followed the procession up the path.
When we arrived in front Of the house
poor, deserted house, never again to re-
ceive all it's occupants!-Dan asked per-
mission for halt.
'tPleasance, my pretty" said Dan, ''go
and bring out a glass of brandy for this
gentleman, and one all round for these
brave lads and for us prisoners. 'Tis
brandy, your honor, as never'--
ts.T- know, know" said the officer,
laughing-it was Capt. Pollard, r. N.
''Well, we will halt for the brandy"
1 served them all, beginning with the
officer, and going from him to the prison
ers. 1t was now daybreak, and, in the
cold gray light, I recognized all their
faces. knew every one of them. I had
seen them at Bridport, at Seaton, and
elsewhere, when went to look out for
the revenue cutter. One of them was a
Lyme man, cousin of John Beer, the
barber.
''There," said Dan, when the brandy
had gone round, "now 60 in, my pretty,
and get to sleep, and don't fret. Where
are we going, sir?'
''To Lyme first, then to Bridport. After
that I suppose you will be sent up to Dor
chester to take your trial"
II shall walk to Lyme with you,"
said.
No opposition was made. Arrived at
the high road, the prisoners were made to
walk together in the middle, all hand
cuffed and guarded by the men with
drawn cutlasses. noticed that they all
tried to march next to Dan and to whisper
in his ear. The whispers were friendly
expressions of sympathy and regret.
"How did they know should run into
Rousdon bay?' asked Dan of one of them.
The man shook his head. He knew
nothing about it. "Some informer," he
supposed, with O muttered curse against
all informcrs.
Iwalked beside Will. He was trying
to face the situation, which was very seri-
Gus.
II shall be committed for trial with the
rest, Pleasance. Be brave, my girl; it
will cnly be q term of imprisonment, no
doubt We shall fight it through. But
my mother must not know"
"Oh, Will, they won't send you to
prison9'
~ doubt they must, my dear. I must
think what is best to be done for all of US
as well as for myself. You would not
like me to escape at the expense Of the
poor old man, would your"
There was no reply possible to this. OF
course I would not in my right mind.
Dan might 60 provided my Will could be
got out of the scrape.
We marched down the steep hill which
leads into Lyme at about $50. The little
town was sound asleep. When we reached
the house of Mr.. Mallock, justice Of the
peace, halt was called and the officer be-
gan to knock Justify at the door.
His worship was not dressed. Could
we come later on?
We could not; the case was imperative.
His worship must be good enough to get
out of bed and receive US ut once.
We all trooped into the narrow hall,
and stood there together waiting for about
ten minutes, when the magistrate came
slowly down stairs, wrapped in dressing
gown, wearing q night cap instead of
wig, and grumbling US he slowly descended
the stairs. He was portly old gentle
man with purple cheeks, eyes which might
be described as google, and full lips. l
knew him for one of Dams hest customers.
The hue of those cheeks was not due to
fresh air and exercise, but to port and old
French brandy.
The narrow hall was nearly dark, lit
only by single tallow candle, carried by
the maid who admitted us. The worthy
justice looked round him with angry Won
der.
''Now, gentlemen" he said, "what is
this? Why is gentleman to be pulled
out of his bed on q cold morning before
daybreak? Is Bonaparte landed? Have
you got French spy! Well, who is in
command of your
81 am, Mr.. Mallock, if you will allow
me to speak," said Capt. Pollard.
'tAllow you, sir-I am waiting for you.
am up ut this ungodly hour ON purpose
to hear you speak. Mary, 60 bring pair
of candles to the dining room. Now, sir,
speak"
"I am Lieut.. Pollard, Mr.. Mallock,
"Oh, Pollard-I am sorry did not
recognize you. What with the darkness
here-Mary. do fetch those lights!-and
the confusion of ones wits at this disturb
ance-pray excuse. What does it mean,
Pollard? We were wishing for you last
night, over as good glass of brandy as
ever DAM
Here the captain interrupted him with
great alacrity. 90
81 nm here, Mr.. Mallock, officially, as
officer in command of his majesty's revenue
cutter the Teaser. These are my men;
these four are my prisoners. Prisoners,
step forwardr'